At the Sea-Thai Restaurant
A small white dish of clear sauce
tastes of coconut, lime and
fire, makes my lips feel kissed
by a man with a mustache
a petal-tongued walrus
an amorous sea urchin.
Thin circles of cucumber
with soft flat seeds can't cool
the delicate spines of pleasure.
Did three spears of carrot
fragile as pine needles
signify hot? |